It's been a long and terrible day.

[hoax]

So, since everyone else rants, I felt like maybe I could too.
I've been kinda in a bad mood for the past week cause the little leopard gecko didn't make it.. she never ate well and I had always hand fed her.. Just before she died, a large bruise like triangle showed up on her abdomen..

Today everything just went down hill. My second leo is looking kinda down and seems to have that odd bruise (I'm not sure if it's normal or not) and I came home to find my butter motley baby corn snake dead, for an unknown reason. Always a good eater and never seemed like anything was wrong.

I got a new shipment of rodents, in which I've already thrown out 5 because 3 of my snakes did not eat, and I accidentally overcounted.. one of which is my Sand Boa which I'm worrying about, because he's never been a good eater and is thinning up a little.

Both of my docile corn snakes freaked out and bit me.

And my reduced girl is having a very bad shed, even soaking didn't get it all off.

So I've had a bad day. If you've read it I appreciate it. I'm also very sick with strep throat and feel like dirt right now.
Thanks guys.

-Jess

I am sorry that this is going on.

I do not know much about communicable diseases with geckos, is there any way your little gecko had something?

And while she slept, sore throat forgotten while tired eyes saw naught, The Fecal Fairies came to call.

Little things they are, scant 4 inches most times, green and blue, orange and red but never brown. Four wings transparent but coloured like a fine stainedglass work, they dappled everything around them having a light shine from within to illuminate that without.

Long of leg, though still so small, agile fingers loosen clasps and sift through shavings, muscles bulging wings a shimmer with a wink and a spin poops all gone and clean cages glimmer.

Away they go, zipping in loops and wild gyrations as in tromp the Wall Space Thwarts, they who defeat that which shouldn't win. Spices and blends, herbs and stones, feathers and seeds, roots and berries mixed just to into elixirs of health and wellbeing, tincture tincted and poultices poulted, all with a soft deep thrum of a hum from they who seldom venture into the open, preferring instead the safety of security brought about by steady sturdy walls all about.

Big Black Boots with laces running high make no sound at all as they cavort and caper, turning summersaults and cartwheels, pyramiding up and over as they too leave, elixer elicted and ill feelings tied up tight then set to right, disappearing forever down a hole never seen as the dance continues and the sounds not heard disappear from view leaving only a sleeping happily, breathing easily, not worried any morily.....you.

Sorry you don't feel well.

Hope you feel better.

Watch where you step if you get up in the middle of the night. Sometimes the Thwarts get carried away and lose track of time.

Wes you might make my blood boil at times but I must say you do wax eloquent.